In Which Chapter 2: The MC Has A Nice Meal, a rwby fanfic

I kept swinging my sword downwards for who knows how long. There is no way to tell time here. The sky is stuck in a permanent state of red and black. It most likely wasn't long though since my arms aren't tired, but I placed the sword back on the bed and pulled out the staff and did some side swings anyway.

"Tch." Annoyance and anger fills me quite a bit.

I should have asked for a gun. Having Infinity+1 Sword & Staff is nice, but I won't be able to hit anyone with them. I am absolutely sure they would have cut through Salem like butter, but I have no training in weaponry. She would have dodged and I most likely would have died horribly.

Battle theory I understand due to massive amounts of manga and anime even some western cartoons.

Practically, speaking though? Right now I think I could barely defeat Jaune. Possibly. Maybe. Probably.

Chaining attacks are my weakness right now as well. After the first swing it's harder to swing a second time.

Dual wielding is not an option due to my weapon choice. The staff and sword would get in each others way any time I would swing them.

Armor is lacking. The chainmail set leaves my hands and head exposed, two possible ways of death is too many. That being said I should test out my equipment.

I took off one of my boots and smashed my staff down on it. Other than the crater underneath it the boot was unscratched. Then I hit my chest with the staff as hard as I can and it felt little more than someone flicking my chest.

I grabbed the sword with my left hand and thrust the sword into the nearest wall. Yep, it went though. No resistance or anything.

Now you may be wondering about sword sharpness vs staff durability. Well, it was kind of like the spear that can pierce though anything and the shield that can block any blow. The sword made it half way through the staff, but the staff repaired itself once the sword was removed. That's good to know.

Jumping proved to be easier as well. Nearly cleared about four feet. Is gravity weaker in Remnant as well? Guess fanfiction was right about that after all. I was a little happy after learning that tidbit because I was able to do my first successful back flip. A little pride was felt after my feat of acrobatics. I was never able to do that on Earth.

The sword was placed back into the bag and I started doing quick weapon changes. Swinging the staff once or twice then quickly storing it and then diagonal strikes with the sword then going back to the staff. Rinse repeat.

The burlap bag is most likely my most dangerous thing I have. The fabric wouldn't be cut even by my sword. The storage feels infinite and stretches to fit objects larger than itself.

I cannot believe the bed fit in there. Could I fit an ocean worth of water in here?

What worries me most is that if other people can use this bag. It is just a normal bag to them or is it also an infinite storage container? Same with the weapons. Is the otherworldly sharpness of the sword and the almighty crushing power of the staff only availabe to me? I shudder to think if I lost them.

Aura is another part of my worries. I definitely do not have aura. Otherwise I would feel something inside me. Dust is most likely out of my reach as well if aura is required to actually activate it. Hmm... I point my staff forward.

"CREATE WATER!" Oh dear lord this was a mistake.

I fell to my knees and dry heaved. That was certainly... an experience.

An painful one, but one I can be happy with. Grinning I stare at the staff clutched in my hands. Cast Cleric spells from my dnd character may be within my grasp. It could be a question or not I'm ready for them. I certainly felt a pull when I tried to cast that level one spell, but does that mean I'm not even level one? So no aura, but I might be a spellcaster. I could be so very broken if I play my cards right. Right now, my equipment might be good things about me, but soon I can wield them to them with some degree with competence.

Suddenly a knock was at my door. Why is their knocking? Salem and I just finished our conversation an hour ago, why am being called again?

I grip my staff a bit tighter and my sword is now back in the bag. My palms a bit sweaty. Curse my nervous sweating. I really don't want to talk to her again. I open the door and see Mister(Miss?) Tentacles and quite frankly the largest imitating bear of a man I ever seen in my life.

"It's time for your mission briefing." Said Mister(Miss?) Tentacles.

Hazel was confused. He was sent off in a bullhead to do a mission for his queen, but went he was barely out of the Grimmlands he was called back by a Seer Grimm. Spending a day and a night traveling piloting back to Salem abode was an exhausting task.

"There has been a change of plan. Come back as quickly as you can." Hazel wanted to ask Salem what she meant, but he was not stupid. If she has orders for him, then he shall obey otherwise it may be... unpleasant.

Following the Seer Grimm, he noticed that even though he is in the familiar sleeping chambers, he is going much deeper than normal. Sensing something the further he goes. A presence. Not like his queens. It felt wrong. Well... even more wrong.

He was not expecting the sword missing his face by an inch. Surprised, he stumbled back and fell backwards.

Looking towards the Seer, he could feel his lady's amusement through it.

'The hell was that? A botched assassination? No, her way of dispatching useless ones are much more direct and much more brutal.'

Quickly getting back onto feet, he recomposed himself. Hearing a knock, he found the seer tapping it's tentacles on a door. Then he felt the something grow in intensity.

The door opened to reveal... a young faunus?

'Is he the reason I came back?'

"It's time for your mission briefing." Said Salem through the Grimm and the boy merely nodded.

'His eyes.' Hazel did not like them.

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The walk to the meeting chamber room was uncomfortable. It reminds Hazel of the times he would walk with his mistress alone. The wrongness feeling leaving the air only when the boy held the chamber door open for him.

'He's polite.'

Hazel entered the chamber and saw Salem already there, sipping tea? That is unusual to say the least. He never saw her eat or drink anything in the meeting room. He wasn't even sure if she needed to eat or drink. Barring that she always arrived after all his cohorts were already there.

"Greetings, mistress Salem." It was the boy who greeted Salem first.

"Good afternoon, my lady."

"Good morning. You both may be seated." Hazel's legs were grateful to have a place to finally sit. Traveling such a tremendous distance was not pleasant on anyone's legs.

He took notice of the teapot and two teacups, it reminded him of the tea parties he would use to have with his sister.

"Would you like some tea?" It was his queen who offered and that was enough to trigger the already many ringing alarm bells in his head even more. Before his answer could be said, he blinked and an additional identical cup appeared in front of him. To his disbelief, the teapot floated over to his cup and began pouring itself.

They both looked at him expectedly. He sipped it. Earl Grey with mixed in milk... Nostalgic.

"This is Galahad Grimmsley. He is the one who poured your tea." 'What a strange name.'

"Galahad, this is Hazel Rainart. He is your fellow ally and shall be your companion for your mission. He will provide anything you need for the task. Hazel, I have already instructed Watts to wire some money into your account. It will be up to Galahad discretion to be seen how it will be spent."

'He is my partner?' Hazel did not understand. Who was this boy exactly? Where did he come from? Why did Salem drink his tea? Tyrian tried so hard to get her to drink tea, but would always be declined.

"Now. I believe it would be in your best your best interest to get to know each other." 'What?'

Hazel was unsure what to say to that, but luckily for him Galahad spoke first.

"It is to my understanding you have a little sister." Hazel gut twisted.

"I have... Had a little brother. They really are adorable aren't they? Little siblings." 'What is he playing at?' Hazel did not miss the slip of the tongue.

"My little sister is dead."

"I know and I'm sorry. She didn't deserve that." He meant it, Hazel could tell. Ozpin knew that she wasn't ready, but he recruited her anyway resulting in her death in a training accident.

"My own brother is somewhere beyond my reach as well." Understanding dawned on Hazel. This is why Salem wanted the two to talk. They have both experienced mutual loss of family.

"I shall leave you two alone. When you are both finished speaking, you Hazel, will take Galahad wherever he needs to go in order to complete his mission." Salem then silently left the pair alone.

"I remember one time, my little brother fell of his bike. He was crying like mad and wanted me to 'beat up' the ground. It was so silly. I, of course, being the older brother did indeed 'beat up' the ground." Mirth danced around Hazel face.

"Really? I remember this one time my sister ate my sandwich and blamed her stuffed bird, Mister Flyee. It was quite silly as well. I ended up making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for all three of us."

Hazel did not like being in the dark about what the mission was about.

Hazel did not like having a stranger as a partner for a mission.

Hazel did not like the idea of traveling again after just getting here.

Hazel did like however, trading stories with a fellow older brother.

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The engine of his personal bullhead roaring in the back, Hazel asked only one question.

"Where to?"

"Mistral."

I get to choose how it gets spent? Haha wow. I am going to buy so much armor.

"Now. I believe it would be in your best your best interest to get to know each other." I already know enough about this dude. Guy has a little sister and stabs himself to fight.

"It is to my understanding you have a little sister." Man, bonding over siblings are the best

"I have... Had a little brother. They really are adorable aren't they? Little siblings."

"My little sister is dead." Oh. Oh that's right. he blames Ozpin for her death. How did she die again? Eh, vagueness is always my friend.

"I know and I'm sorry. She didn't deserve that."

"My own brother is somewhere beyond my reach as well." I don't think he's dead unless time moves differently here than in my reality but either way I might not be able to see him again.

"I shall leave you two alone. When you are both finished speaking, you Hazel, will take Galahad wherever he needs to go in order to complete his mission." Salem then just glided out of the room. Does she have heelys or something?

I like Hazel. Regular people I can deal with, scary monstrous people like Salem? I could also deal with, but I rather not have a heart attack everytime I have a conversation with them and you know what I deserve this. A conversation between normal people is the best thing to happen to me in this world.

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We talked a bit more before departing the Grimmlands. I decided to go to Mistral for the time being. There is nothing of worth in my memory to go to Vacuo. Altas most would be most likely be shot down, due to it being really militaristic and could raise some suspicious on what we buy.

Vale... is a bit trickier. I could go there and wander around until I find Ozpin, but that is unlikely. For what possible reason would Ozpin meet me? I don't exist in this world. So the only possible reason he would meet up with me is if I got arrested or foiled a robbery. Even then, I think the only reason he met up with Ruby was because he is a Magnificent Bastard who kept tabs on the silver eyed warriors. I mean he is a Magnificent Bastard on the side of good(?), but a manipulator still.

Anyway, me showing up here is already going to derail canon a bit. I have no idea what Salem or Cinder did to destabilize the city of Vale so much, but I have knowledge of thousands of the fantasy worlds with similar kingdom destabilizing plot points. So, I do the thing that were going to happen anyway and Salem won't off me for being useless.

I frown and bit my thumb. RWBY exists. Which means all other worlds must exist as well. Is travel to other worlds only accessible upon death? Will I just be sent to another world again when my second death come to me? What if something like the Godhand were to gain access to this world?

Shaking my head and I buried those thoughts in the back of my mind. Death isn't a huge fear for me now anyway. Worst case scenario I end up back in the Void with the Truth knock off... I hope.

"Grimmsley! Landing will take only a few minutes!"

"Understood Mister Rainart!" Urgh. I hate speaking like this. So bloody formal. But I need to not show disrespect to people on the evil side... Is Salem even evil? Thoughts for later, the plane has finished landing.

Hazel left the pilots compartment and faced me. "Mistral is only a two hour walk from here. Once there, I'll hand over the money Watts transferred over to me for you. Spend it wisely." Wait, there's more walking?

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Oh dear god in heaven a bench! I sagged on the park bench as graceful as I could, which in other words, I did a face first plop onto it. Three hours on my feet with no rest? I don't like you anymore Hazel.

We went our separate ways once the money was withdrawn from his account and had gotten me a scroll. Four million lien can you believe that? I never thought the Grimm queen would be so generous. He said he would wait at a hotel until my false identity was created. I insisted on the name Galahad Grimmsley, even though he warned me the natives of Remnant would find it strange. Screw them.

'I like the name. There's nothing wrong with it.'

Either way I should go shopping. I stand on my feet again. I have a farm to poison after all.

Gah, the appearance of the Remnant residents are awful.

They are just black cardboard cutouts. Every single person I passed was just solid black silhouette. Well, that's not fair. The ones I assume to be faunus have bunny ears marking them as such. When they speak it's all warbled, muffled, English. That is a relief at least. That means they are just place holders making sure the story would unfold.

So in the end I worried about nothing.

Who cares if these mooks starve and die? If the only people I can see the details of are characters important to the plot like Salem and Hazel, then the only people that matter are main, secondary, and side characters. Once they are happy, the world should get a happy ending. Man, that is Protagonist Centered Morality at it's finest.

Oh wow the shopping district was so loud and obnoxiously colorfully bright. So many frigging food stands.

"Crepes! Fresh sweet crepes!" Did he just say crepes?! Running into the crepe stand, quite literally, I whip out my burlap sack of holding and dumped out some lien on the crepe stand.

"I'LL TAKE TWENTY CHOCO-SUMMER CREAM FRUIT ONES!" The crepe mook jumped back a little, but I think he grinned. I probably made that mooks day.

"You got it buddy!" It was so amazing! The crepe mook moved with such coolness. Hand dancing about spreading the batter evenly. Placing the fruit gently with practiced ease. It's been so long since I had food! I almost forgot about it entirely, the only substance I had was tea and I left the tea set at the castle. I was wrong about Remnant silhouette mooks. They can cook food for the protagonists and therefor me. They're pretty cool! In a flash, all twenty were done and I placed nineteen of them in the burlap of holding and went along my way after asking the crepe mook for directions to a dust shop.

"Thanks man come again!"

I stare at the crepe in my hand as I walk.

Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow. It's so preeeeetttyyyy. The strawberries halves a deep rose colour. The orange slices peeled of their pith are almost glistening in the warm summer sun. The kiwis providing a nice contrast on the white cream they were resting on. Nestled on the top two chocolate wafers reminiscent of a crown.

"A work of art. Truly a dessert fit for kings! A beauty we mortals are undeserving of!"

I really like crepes okay?

I pluck off a wafer of this wondrous thing and take a small bite, intending to savor the chocolate cookie that would coat my tongue.

The second it was in my mouth I spat it out. Chewing it only once.

Urgh. The texture was like glass. The cookie stabbing the insides of my mouths. The chocolate like bitter leaves.

I took a bite of the other to find it the same. I sniff the crepe. The fruit smells fine. Okay, no big deal. Probably bad wafers.

Taking a full bite of the crepe made me bend over and nearly caused me to retch and I think I bumped into someone. The cream was like thick sludge of liquid garbage. Strawberries hard like tack. The orange felt as though maggots were living within my mouth. The kiwis were somehow even worse with a bitter flavour and hard texture.

I been had. That's why the crepes were only seven lien each. I take back my admiration for you crepe mook. I should've figured, a mook. Making good sweets. What bullshit. The only good thing was that it wasn't my money I spent.

'Better dump the rest of crepes, I guess. Man, I just wanted friggin food.'

Reaching for my burlap sack, I didn't find it tied around my belt.

I looked around for it.

I didn't find it, but I did see a puff of green hair.

'Oh you dirty pickpocket.'

I ran towards her tossing away the disgusting crepe, pushing away any and all silhouette mooks.

"GET BACK HERE!"

'What is with this guy?!'

Emerald was casing out any loaded passersby at the market earlier when a slug Faunus made a small commotion. The mark got her attention when he screamed about buying twenty crepes.

She, at first, fumed a little when she heard that. She could barely afford non-descript meat product and this guy went and bought one hundred forty lien worth of street snacks.

So stealing the bag when he was eating his crepe was an obvious outcome. After all, a magical bag that could fit nineteen crepes in it didn't actually sound that bad.

The mark then began to dry retch, which made it so much easier to snag his bag.

But, he instantly noticed! Emerald was not a bad pickpocket. She was the best thief around, and she could someone's tooth out of their without them noticing.

So then Emerald ran, burlap bag in hand. She noticed he was giving chase, and she realized she might have made a mistake. Now that the mark's attention was solely on her, a feeling washed over her. A dangerous one. One that screamed only when she failed stealing something from a huntsmen.

The feeling of approaching death.

So an effort to throw the bag away was made. Effort being the key word. The bag seemed to be stuck to her hand!

'Are you serious?!'

Emerald couldn't believe it. The victim was one of those people. People who wanted to get intentionally robbed so they could harm the robbers with 'just' cause. It made sense. That's why he was so loud about crepes. No real person is that happy about what's basically a pancake.

Elsewhere, an orange haired girl sneezed and dropped her pancakes into a fire.

No unbroken legs were among the survivors.

She grit her teeth.

'Goddamn it!'

She didn't want to use her guns if at all possible. Least of all in a crowded area like the mistrialian market place, but the mark wasn't giving her much choice, chasing her for nearly six blocks.

Ducking into an alley she pulled out her dual SMG with the intent of filling him with holes, but the guy just ran past the alley.

Emerald wanted to laugh. He didn't even notice her running into an alley, but noticed her pickpocketing him?

Not letting her guard down she gave a quick peek outside the alley to find that yes, the mark was running way off in the distance.

Sighing, she inspected the burlap bag. It wasn't anything special, just a bag with a rope to fasten it closed.

It didn't look like it would be so sticky or... as moist.

Untying the bag she found it... odd. The insides were dark.

Pushing aside those thoughts she reached into the bag, smirking all the while.

Which quickly went away when she realized she couldn't pull her hand out of the bag.

"The hell?!"

The bag was pulling her in.

Then all that was left in the alley was a burlap sack...

Which quickly blinked out of existence.

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